[the hate]
bryana made fun of my hair today.
they don't understand i'm glad i still have my hair. i wear it crazy while I can, before it's gone.
they keep calling me anorexic.
i'm not. i eat a lot of food. my treatments make me have fast metabolism and loose weight.
they keep calling me ugly.
i don't wear makeup, like them, because it will clog my pores. the clogged pores can affect how the cancer treatment works.
they say i'm too hyper.
they don't understand i'll loose my energy when my death gets closer. the treatment has been giving me energy from some of the steroids and shots that i've been given.
they'll rejoice in my death.
they hate me. i didn't do anything to them. I'm just another person that they hate, and when my life is gone, they will be glad to talk about me, and no one will stand up for the dead girl.
they spread rumors about me.
they say I threatened her. i didn't. why would i? they always make me the bad person, while i'm just standing up for myself. they get everyone to hate me, for having an argument with one person.
they say i'm too Christ-like.
maybe it's because i know i'm dying soon. i'd like to make my time on earth, living for God, and sharing his word. so, that when I die, I may go to Heaven. but to them I'm just a Jesus freak.
they say that i'm a whore and a slut.
i've dated 3 guys at the age of 13. i'm not dating anymore to get their hopes up, only for me to die soon, and leave them sad. nor do I want to be attatched to anyone before i die. it will make it harder for me to leave without a fight.
they have made me the girl in the corner. they have made me the freak, weirdo, and oddball. but they don't know it all.
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one year
Short Storyeliza lives her life knowing she only has one year left to live. the cancer is taking her over, and she's not going to fight it. and she's not going to tell anyone (other than her parents). this is her story. lowercase intended
